Your feet slide across the cold hard tiles.nI'm awoken by your singing through the paper thin walls.nYou catch the first leaf of autumnnthat's between the pages nlocked up safe and sound and warm.nnYou climb my stairs so quietly.nYou climb my stairs so quietly.nnI didn't stop to ask younwhat it was that made you leave the room so early in the day;nNot because I'm callous,nJust because I'm scared of all the things that you might say.nnYou climb my stairs so quietly.nYou climb my stairs so quietly.nnI can only speak quietly without you.